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Chapter Two: Family Visit

"Hermione, come along now we're going to be late," Cassiopeia said as she hurried her daughter through the manor.

"Mother, I do not want to go to that house!" Hermione shrieked with disgust.

"Quit your whining or we won't go to that bookstore you like in Diagon Alley when we go school shopping," Cassiopeia warned.

"Oh, fine." Hermione gave in and hissed, "But I'm not being nice to those blood traitors!"

Cassiopeia rolled her eyes at her daughter and yelled up the stairs, "Julius! We're leaving!"

As if on cue, Julius appeared at the top of the stairs and slid down the pole. "What? I'm here."

Cassiopeia groaned. She had the most difficult two children in the world! "Don't act like a little Muggle boy, Julius," she scowled her son. "Now come along you two."

One by one each of them stood in the fireplace and Flooed to Grimmauld Place. Hermione was the last to Floo, and she stepped out in disgust. "Don't touch anything Julius, it's probably filthy," she sneered.

Julius rolled his eyes at his sister, sometimes he thought she just took the blood status thing too extreme. He didn't like Mudbloods either, but he rather liked his Uncle Sirius and was excited to go see him.

"Ah, Cassi, how are you big sister?" Sirius White appeared and gave his sister a hug. Hermione almost gagged. She honestly didn't understand why her mother hadn't disowned her brother.

"I've been good Sirius, and yourself?" Cassiopeia replied with a smile as she took a seat.

"I've been good." Sirius asked. "And how is my nephew and niece? "Hello, Uncle Sirius!" Julius greeted excitingly as his uncle embraced him.

Sirius looked towards Hermione, but didn't dare approach her with the scowl on her face. "I'm fine, Uncle," she sneered.

"Right, well why don't you and Julius go out back while me and your mother talk?" Sirius asked politely.

"Okay, Uncle Sirius," Julius agreed.

Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes. "Fine, whatever."

Julius and Hermione stepped into the backyard, only to find four boys on broomsticks in the air.

"Are you kidding me!" Hermione screeched.

"What is it, Hermione?" Julius asked worriedly, "They're only boys."

"Only boys?" Hermione scowled. "Julius, that's Harry Potter and his gang of Mudbloods and blood traitors."

"Oh..." Julius said quietly.

To Hermione's dismay the boys floated to the grown and dismounted their broomsticks. "What the bloody hell are you doing here, Granger?" Draco called to her.

"I don't believe that's any of your concern, Mudblood." Hermione sneered with her arms crossed.

"No, but it is mine seeing as you're at my house," Harry said with authority in his voice as they approached her.

Hermione laughed. "Actually, Potter, it's your Godfather's house, and you only live here because you have no parents."

Harry had never hit a girl, but he looked as though he might as he took a step closer to Hermione.

"Alright, now both of you calm down," Ron intervened, "We don't want any trouble, Granger, but why are you here?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed, "Well, if you must know my mother made us come. She's in there talking to my uncle now and he told me and Julius to come outside."

"Your mum still talks to Sirius even though he is against the whole pure blood thing?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Well he is her brother, Malfoy, and believe it or not family is important to us Grangers," Hermione explained.

"Wow, well that's actually very noble of your mother," Draco commented. "You, however, are still just a stuck up prick."

Hermione scoffed, "And you, Malfoy, are a filthy Mudblood."

"Maybe we should just try t- be civilized," mumbled a quiet voice from behind Ron "You're quite right, Neville," Ron nodded his head in approval. "Why don't we play a game of Quidditch?"

"Sorry, but I don't play Quidditch," Hermione replied with a hand on her hip.

"Yes you do, Hermione, you play with me all the time," Julius stated matter of factly.

"Shut up!" Hermione sneered at her little brother, "Alright fine, I'll play, but I'm a Seeker."

"Alright, in that case I'll be a Seeker this game as well," Draco smirked, "That alright with you, Harry?"

"Fine by me, mate," Harry gave his friend a nod. "I was feeling Chaser this game anyway."

Harry walked towards the shed and returned with two old brooms in his hand,."This is all we have."

Hermione looked at the brooms with disgust, but took one anyway, "Fine, it's three on three then. Who's on my team besides Julius?"

"Neville, why don't you go help the little girl out?" Draco offered with a smirk on his face.

Hermione sighed, obviously aggravated. It was her, Julius, and Neville against three Gryffindor Quidditch players. She knew she was going to lose, but she wasn't going to admit defeat just yet. That would make her look weak.

The two teams kicked off on their brooms, and the game began. Hermione flew high in the air, keeping her distance from Draco. Her vision was excellent, and if the snitch was near her she would see it.

Ten minutes into the game Harry had already scored his team 20 points, and her team was still at 0. She had to find that snitch before Draco did. Oh, too late. She saw Draco shoot to the ground. Hermione leaned forward and flew after him as fast as her broom would carry her.

There it was, the golden snitch, and Draco was gaining up on it. "Oh no you don't!" Hermione yelled as she slammed her side into Draco. However, it didn't work out as she hoped. Hermione grabbed for the snitch just before she hit the ground with a thud. Draco came toppling on top of her.

"Ouch, Malfoy!" Hermione gasped for air. Looking in her hand, she groaned in frustration. She didn't get the snitch! That only meant…

"Looking for this, sweetheart?' Draco asked with a smug grin as he held up the small golden snitch right in her face.

Hermione gave him a look that could kill. "I'd advise you to get the hell off of me, before I hex you off of me," Hermione scowled.

Draco got off of her, and offered her a hand up politely.

Hermione gave him a look like 'Are you serious?' and laughed. "I don't need your help, Mudblood."

A look flashed across Draco's grey eyes that almost looked disappointed, but it went away quickly, "Merlin, you do have a stick up your arse. I was only being polite."

Hermione glared at him, and looked towards the house. She saw her mother wave, signaling it was time to go. Hermione heaved a sigh of relief and brushed the dirt off of herself. "Yeah, well next time don't." Hermione scowled. "Come on Julius, we're leaving."

Hermione grabbed her brother by the arm and stomped into the house, fuming.

"She is a feisty one isn't she?" Draco asked and looked at his friends with his eyebrows raised.

"Feisty? She's a bloody nightmare!" Harry laughed.

Draco laughed as he put his broom down, "anyone else hungry?"

All the boys grunted in agreement and they made their way towards the house wondering how such a small girl could be so stuck up.